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i never understood anatomy, no matter how many bodies i saw.

i never understood emotions, even after feeling the same damn thing a million times.

and maybe i'll never get better, maybe all there is to life is this immense sharp stabbing pain, but i'd like to believe there's a reason behind all of this...a reason i'm unaware of currently. maybe there's hope, or an explanation hidden in the depths of somewhere i cant see, and maybe, (just maybe) there is a singular goddamn piece of myself i can find again.